“Love? How are you feeling?”

I gazed into Caden’s eyes. He was lying on an inclined bed, eyes drooping after he gave three bags of blood to his brother. All of us were relieved when we found out that Caden and Otis were the same blood type.

“He’s my brother indeed,” Caden smiled at me and reached for my hand and held it.

“Three bags, Caden? You are going to kill yourself,” I hissed at him, “The Doctor said he only needs one!”

“It’s fine, love. My body will produce them in no time.” He squeezed my hand. His eyes were gentle as he gazed at my face, “I just...